Chapter 1175 True—Golden Finger!
There are also cultivators with strong luck. The more common luck routines include "falling off a cliff and picking up a magical skill"; there are also those who suddenly awaken an inexplicable cultivation physique while walking, and are taken away by passing great masters to become disciples; there are even those who always get the most benefits every time they enter the secret realm. ８一中文 Ｗ≈ＷＷ． ８１ＺＷ． ＣＯＭ
But in general, even if a cultivator has strong luck, his luck is within a certain range, and there is a limit to the luck of a "person".
But the luck of the "White Saint" in front of him is obviously abnormal.
The Northern Emperor racked his brains to think of a person with luck like this "White Saint", and could only think of a similar one - the Confucian saint.
The Confucian saint back then seemed to be in a similar state, with an unbelievably strong luck. In a very short time, he stepped out of his own way and entered the realm of immortals, and then became an existence that dominated the world.
At the beginning, the Northern Emperor vaguely remembered that the 'Emperor of Heaven' had mentioned that Confucian saints were very unusual.
And in his memory, the Emperor of Heaven had repeatedly mentioned the unusualness of Confucian saints, saying that the luck of Confucian saints was not something that 'humans' could possess.
"Could this 'White Saint' be the same kind of existence as the Confucian saints?" The Northern Emperor thought to himself.
If this continues, will the 'White Saint' also become an existence like the Confucian saints in a very short time, dominate the world, and then compete for the Heavenly Dao?
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"Little friend Song, do you know this White Saint?" The Northern Emperor looked at Song Shuhang and asked - after all, this little friend Song's 'left hand' was still hanging on the branch of the merit tree of this White Saint.
"Yes, Senior Bai is a senior I met in the group. When he came out of retreat this time, I was the one who picked him up and guided him to learn some modern knowledge." Song Shuhang nodded.
"Has this White Saint always had good luck?" The Northern Emperor asked.
Song Shuhang said, "Of course, Senior Bai's luck is beyond words. I have never seen anyone more lucky than Senior Bai. He deserves to be called 'Bai', and he has nothing to do with Africans."
Northern Emperor: "..."
Although he didn't understand the meaning of European Emperor and the inexplicable connection with Africans, he could roughly understand what Song Shuhang meant.
"This Saint Bai,
Apart from good luck, does he have other characteristics?" asked the Northern Emperor.
"Other characteristics? For example, falling on the ground? Ten times?" Song Shuhang replied subconsciously.
Northern Emperor: "..."
He found that his thinking was not on the same channel as Song Xiaoyou, and sometimes it was tiring for both sides to communicate.
"In addition, Emperor, why are you suddenly so concerned about Senior Bai? You are not... in love with Senior Bai, right? Although I know that Senior Bai is very charming, but..." Song Shuhang's outspokenness was acting up again, and he couldn't stop talking. As soon as he thought of this possibility in his head, he asked it directly. When he was halfway through his speech, he realized that his old problem had come back again, and he stopped talking immediately.
Northern Emperor: "I heard that you, Song Xiaoyou, recently got another 'life talisman', which can revive you once after death. I will test this 'life talisman' for you to see if it is effective?"
"Sorry, Emperor, I was wrong!" Song Shuhang quickly admitted his mistake.
"I just feel that Bai Sheng is really similar to the Confucian saint of the year to some extent." Northern Emperor said.
"Oh, Emperor, are you talking about the one who was born very badly, was also very badly in childhood, and became even more badly after practicing? That person feels different from Senior Bai. Both his style of doing things and his personal style are not very similar. In addition to the same heaven-defying luck, the Confucian saint's style seems to be two extremes from Senior Bai, completely opposite." Song Shuhang said.
"Have you seen a Confucian saint?" The Northern Emperor glanced at Song Shuhang. When Song Xiaoyou talked about the Confucian saint, he was very knowledgeable, as if he had personally met a Confucian saint.
"Not long ago, I followed Senior Bai to visit the Confucian Baiyun Academy. Later, something happened. We encountered a video left by a Confucian saint. Then, we listened to the video bragging for an entire afternoon. It told the story of the Confucian saint's amazing life." Song Shuhang sighed.
Northern Emperor: "..."
The emperor fell into deep thought.
After a moment, he suddenly asked, "Song Xiaoyou, how is your luck?"
"Luck? It seems to be okay recently... but I was quite unlucky not long ago. Every time a senior who tells bad fortunes tells me "good luck", I also encounter a lot of bad luck. I have encountered several waves of life-threatening situations. I am so tired and want to rest." Song Shuhang said. In his subconscious, he always felt that he was quite unlucky.
Northern Emperor nodded.
As he was talking, Song Shuhang suddenly had cold sweat on his forehead.
"Hiss, hiss~~" He gasped in pain.
Northern Emperor: "?"
"My left hand is so hot, it feels like it's boiling, it's burning." Song Shuhang grinned, he looked up at the sky.
In the world of heavenly tribulation, the merit hail above Senior Bai's head finally began to shrink, and was about to change into merit rain again.
And Song Shuhang's left arm, which was hanging on Senior Bai's merit tree, had turned golden at this time, and as the merit rain continued to fall, the left arm began to become somewhat transparent.
It was as if it had turned into golden colored glass.
"If I'm not mistaken, your left hand is mutating." Northern Emperor said calmly.
"What is it going to mutate into?" Song Shuhang asked.
Mutations may not all turn out to be good things. If he transforms into a real Qilin arm, he doesn't know if he will reject it after putting it back. Even if he doesn't transform into a Qilin arm, it will feel very strange to put back such a golden arm.
The Northern Emperor pointed to the calm face of the 'Sage King of Melon Eaters' not far away and said, "Do you see Daoist Fellow Watermelon Eaters?"
"Is my left hand going to become Daoist Fellow Watermelon Eaters?" Song Shuhang asked in surprise.
The Sage King of Melon Eaters turned around and looked at Song Shuhang and the Northern Emperor calmly, then looked up at the picture of Bai Sheng's manifestation again.
"You wish." The Great Northern Emperor said, "Your left hand is still in the physical state, so after the mutation, it should become the same state as the old body of Daoist Chigua. The physical body and the light of merit are integrated and indistinguishable. But in fact, there is still a little difference between the physical body and the light of merit."
Song Shuhang: "Then when I want to be promoted to the ninth rank, do I also need to perform the 'abandoning the physical body' ceremony?"
The Great Northern Emperor: "Have you practiced the "Worldly Dual Virtue Art"? If you haven't practiced it, why do you need the 'abandoning the physical body' ceremony?"
Sparrow demon Xiao Cai: "Drool, if I can replace Master's left arm, it would be great. So much merit power will fall into my body, and my merit power will rise up 'swoosh swoosh'!"
Song Shuhang patted Xiao Cai gently: "Don't worry, Xiao Cai. You will definitely become my left and right arms in the future."
Xiao Cai: "Master, you don't want to install me on your left arm and act as your left hand, right?"
Song Shuhang: "..."
A colorful bird on the left hand? What kind of painting style is this!
While talking
Suddenly, Song Shuhang felt a burning pain in his left hand again.
"It comes again, it hurts, it hurts this time." Song Shuhang grinned.
The level of pain this time was no less than the pain he felt when he used the "Secret Identification Method".
In the picture of Bai Sheng's manifestation.
The rain of merits in the sky finally stopped.
At this time, Song Shuhang's left hand changed again.
Originally, the whole left arm had turned into a golden glass, but at this time, all the gold on the left arm seemed to be squeezed and pressed towards the index finger of his left hand.
After a while, his left hand returned to its original state, but the index finger turned into pure gold, with its own light effect, emitting dazzling light.
Really - golden finger!
"From today on, Master, you are a man with the template of the protagonist." Sparrow Demon Xiao Cai said: "You have something that every protagonist must have - a golden finger."
Song Shuhang: "..."
A golden finger looks even weirder. People who didn't know thought his finger was cut off and replaced with a pure gold finger.
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Song Shuhang's left hand had mutated, and Chang Yuanzi, the third saint of the thousand years who was also hanging on the branch of the Merit Tree, also had some changes.
Chang Yuanzi was still shouting some messy lines.
But as the endless power of merit fell into his body, his voice became lower and lower.
Finally, when Senior Bai's merit rain ended, Chang Yuanzi opened his eyes.
There was no more chaos in his eyes, but a bright one.
The inner demon calamity was over.
The practitioners of the heavens and the worlds couldn't help but discuss it again.
"The Third Saint of the Millennium was lucky to meet the White Saint. He even survived the Heart Demon Tribulation with the help of the White Saint's merits!"
"In this way, the Third Saint of the Millennium can also return to the main world, right?"
"He owes the White Saint a big favor!"
However, the Northern Emperor shook his head slightly: "He lost, lost to the Heart Demon Tribulation."
"Lost? Didn't he wake up?" Song Shuhang asked.
"He really has to thank the White Saint for the merits. If it weren't for this wave of merits, after losing to the Heart Demon Tribulation, he would have been directly annihilated by the fire. And this wave of merits from the White Saint saved his life." The Northern Emperor said.
While speaking, Chang Yuanzi jumped down from the Merit Tree. He bowed deeply to Senior Bai and saluted.
He knew that he was defeated in the Heart Demon Tribulation, and he was able to survive because of Senior Bai's help.
"Chang Yuanzi thanks the White Saint." Chang Yuanzi said bitterly.
The White Saint in front of him...has always been the object of Chang Yuanzi's envy, because he is the person that Fairy Bie Xue loves deeply.
But now, he has to bow to the power of his rival.
After thanking him, Chang Yuanzi reached out again and offered his own Saint Seal.
At this time, his Saint Seal was dim and without a trace of majesty.
Chang Yuanzi sighed softly.
He missed a great opportunity because he used the 'Xuansheng **' to confess to Fairy Bie Xue, and his tribulation was considered a failure.
As he sighed, his Saint Seal...began to dissipate.